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So I'm having a late breakfast at a greasy spoon restaurant (called Jack's) with this girl I know

It's the kind of place where pick-up trucks with gun racks are parked outside. She and I were discussing "artsy" things (cause ya know, we're bohemian, dude), and halfway through the meal the waitress takes the check from the table. I didn't even notice it but my companion did.

We finish our meal (and our OOOOOOH SO DEEP conversation) and I ask for the check.

The waitress says, "It's already been paid."

"It has?" I ask, "by who?"

"He said he was a patron of your poetry that wished to remain anonymous"

Wow!